Poetry by Lump

[Lump Clock]

Look up at the black sky.
Believe me, the stars are magnificent tonight.
I know over there the sun still shines,
But for me a full moon is flying high.
So, as the glare of the sun
Keeps your eyes down-turned,
The shimmer of distant stars
Holds my gaze homeward.

Damn, I don't know how to feel
Or rather I don't know what it is.
It's a good, wanting grip
At the top of my gut
And occassionally a beat
Skipping in my heart.

If you want, I'll make you feel
Just as I do.
I can write it on my lips,
We'll press in a kiss
And my words will melt into you.